


Under the Circumstances

by veronicacooper



Category: Carmilla (Web Series)
Genre: Alternate Universe - High School, F/F, Fluff, Hollstein - Freeform, Non-Graphic Violence, Oneshot, Underage Drinking
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2015-07-11
Updated: 2015-07-11
Packaged: 2018-04-08 16:50:53
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,730
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4312815
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/veronicacooper/pseuds/veronicacooper
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Laura Hollis isn't used to failing. So when her Physics teacher fails her, she vandalizes his car. Carmilla Karnstein offers not to tell, on one condition - Laura takes her out to dinner. HSAU Oneshot.</p>
            </blockquote>





	Under the Circumstances

**Author's Note:**

> A big thanks to my beta, churchofyourcurves!

A tiny blonde head peered out from around the corner of the red building, glancing around the nearly empty school parking lot. There was no one in sight, only the shadows keeping the blonde company. The figure, a girl, tiptoed cautiously towards a shiny new coupe, her brown eyes shifting around her. When she had reached it, she crouched by its side and fiddled with something in front of her. She rummaged through her school bag until she withdrew a pair of disposable plastic gloves and a small can. The can clinked when it touched the ground, and the sound made the blonde freeze. Her gaze swept around nervously until it landed on the wobbling can next to her marked distinctly with the words **"Industrial Spray Paint - Matte Black"**. She smiled then, and shook her head, slipping on the plastic gloves and uncapping the can of Spray Paint.

The acrid fumes of the aerosol can filled the air, and the girl covered her mouth to keep from coughing. She scrunched up her face in concentration, starting near the trunk side of the car, working along the entire right side, and finishing at the hood. The short girl stepped back after that, staring at her work and nodding to herself. She only allowed herself a moment to view the result before hurrying to pack up the evidence of her crime. She had just put away her plastic gloves that she had sealed neatly into a Ziplock bag when she heard a voice behind her.

"You are a... Raging... Bad... Person," the voice said, their tone dancing with curiosity and teasing.

The blonde dropped her bag to the floor and turned to face her new companion. If her jaw dropped any lower it would be scraping the floor. Her eyes were rewarded with the sight of a dark-haired girl clad in leather pants and a shirt with the different phases of the moon. She had one eyebrow perfectly raised, complimenting her perfect eyeliner, as well as a smirk curving her lips in an upward angle.

"Cat got your tongue, cupcake?" the dark haired girl teased, crossing her arms.

If the shorter blonde hadn't looked like she was about to pee her pants, she might have been slightly affected by the seductive tones of the other girl. "My name's Carmilla. What's yours, creampuff?"

"Creampuff?" she managed to squeak, but it came out as more of a statement than a question.

"Your name is... Creampuff?" Carmilla arched her eyebrow again.

"L-Laura. My name is Laura." The smaller girl sighed and hung her head.

"Laura," Carmilla drawled, almost as if she was savoring the newly discovered name of the vandal before her.

" _Please_ don't tell anyone! I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this! Well now that I think about it, it's not at all reasonable, they're entirely selfish reasons and _oh my god_ I'm going to be in so much trouble! I'm gonna go to prison and get a prison wife and get _shanked_ and -"

"Cupcake," Carmilla interrupted, "I don't care why you did it. And I'm not going to tell anyone."

Laura sighed in relief.

"On one condition."

"Yes, I'll do _anything_!"

" _Anything_?"Carmilla smirked at Laura's rapidly reddening face. "Relax, cutie. It's nothing too extreme. All you have to do to ensure my silence is... Take me out to dinner."

"Done!" Laura squealed.

"That was relatively easy."

"Well, under the circumstances, I don't really have much of a choice," Laura pointed out.

"That's true."

An awkward silence spread out between the two of them. They shifted around uneasily on their feet until Laura broke the ice. "I guess if I have to take you out for food I should probably have your number."

"That's also true." Carmilla held out a hand expectantly to Laura, who placed her phone in the dark haired girl's upturned palm.

"No password?" she scoffed, clicking on the contacts app.

"My dad's a little... Overprotective." Laura shrugged. "I mean, not that he checks my phone or anything. He's pretty much never home."

"Good to know." Carmilla winked and returned Laura's phone back to her.

A blush crept up the blonde's cheeks and then faded when her eyes swept over the vandalized vehicle again. "It's probably not the smartest idea for us to be hanging around the scene of the crime."

Carmilla nodded in agreement and made to leave. "Are you going home now?"

"Yeah. I'm not staying here." Laura laughed.

"Do you want a ride?"

"A what?"

"A ride, sweetheart. Do you want a ride home?" Carmilla stepped towards a vintage black muscle car and pushed a key into the lock on the door.

Laura gaped, "If _that's_ your car I don't see how I could say no."

"Are you sure? You don't have to feel obligated just because I saw you commit your little act of rebellion."

Laura chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully and looked Carmilla up and down warily. She was leaning against the door of her car with an expectant look. The shorter girl's mind was made up for her when a door clanged open and footsteps rapidly approached the parking lot. She practically sprinted to the passenger side of the car and threw herself in as soon as Carmilla popped the lock from the inside. "Buckle up, creampuff," Carmilla advised, and the car shot forward.

Laura screamed at the sudden acceleration as she was flung back against the red leather seats. "That was zero to sixty in 5.3 seconds. _Amazing_ for its time." Carmilla said proudly.

"Amazingly _terrifying_!" Laura shrieked, struggling to buckle her seatbelt. "You're crazy! You're gonna kill us!"

"If anyone's crazy it's you, cutie. Slinging around all suspicious-like and then vandalizing a car..." she trailed off and leaned forward, looking down the road towards the left. It was devoid of any traffic, so she turned onto the main street and they headed away from the school.

"I had a perfectly good reas -"

"I already told you I'm not interested in your reasons. It doesn't matter to me. Now, if you'd drawn all over _this_ car," she gestured around them, "it would be a _very_ different story."

"What car is this, anyways?"

"This beauty is a 1969 Chevy Camaro ZL1. Mint condition. Insanely fast car."

"Yeah, I figured that part out."

Carmilla snickered and glanced over at Laura. Her gaze was fixed on the moving scenery through the window on her right. Her hair was covering the side of her face, and Carmilla started to raise a hand from the gear stick but stopped herself and turned back to the road. "Can you turn on a CD for me?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Laura said, snapping away the window and turning her attention to the center console. "Is it this button?"

Carmilla looked over quickly and nodded. There was an audible click and then music started to pour through the speakers, filling the vehicle with noise. When the slightly whiny vocals characteristic of pop punk began, Laura raised an eyebrow at the driver. “Didn’t really peg you for a pop punk girl. Maybe screamo. Or something more emo.”

“Pop punk isn’t emo?” Carmilla laughed. “Don’t worry, I listen to screamo too. Got to live up to the stereotypes, right?”

_“We met on a Friday night,_

_She was kinda drunk and making eyes,_

_So I made them back._

_We danced 'til the morning light,_

_But I couldn't get a kiss goodnight,_

_What the hell was that?”_

Carmilla hummed along softly to the music, swaying her head back and forth to the beat. She turned another corner, onto a secluded street.

"Um… where are we going, Carmilla?” Laura inquired.

"Oh, just a little farther, I probably should have asked - _YOU BETTER RUN, CAUSE' I'M ONLY GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART_!" Carmilla sang loudly as soon as the beat sped up, causing Laura to flinch visibly.

The louder Carmilla sang, the greater the speed of the vintage car was. Laura was shaking in her blue jeans, but her eyes shone with wonder when Carmilla's voice reached her ears. The leather clad girl cranked up the radio even louder, and smirked when Laura slid lower in her seat. "This is definitely on the poppier side of pop punk!" Carmilla shouted over the music, so loud it was almost painful.

_"We met on a Friday night,_

_She was kinda drunk and making eyes,_

_So I made them back."_ The final chords of the song played, and Carmilla turned the volume knob to the left a few times so the music was background noise.

"I definitely prefer this quiet screamo to painfully loud poppy sounds." Laura said, looking out the window and observing the brightened scenery underneath the neon city lights. She couldn't determine their exact location from what she saw, but they looked like they were downtown. Wherever they were, the nightlife seemed to be booming. There were cars everywhere, people flooding the streets and laughing, bars and clubs galore. And more loud music. Yeah, she was quite a ways from her suburban home.

"I know I should have probably asked before, but seeing as were already here," Carmilla maneuvered her car into a parking spot near the side of the road. "Would you like you go to a club?"

"I'm not twenty-one." Laura said, furrowing her brow. Carmilla laughed.

"Obviously cupcake, we go to high school. Unless you don't really go to Silas and you were just vandalizing a teacher's car for shits and giggles."

"So how do we get into a club then?"

Carmilla withdrew a card from her wallet. "Fake ID."

"I thought those were only on TV!"

"Nope, you're looking at the real deal here. I'm guessing you don't have one then."

"I don't," Laura said, looking slightly crestfallen.

"No worries, I know a guy down the road." She started up the car again and looked in her rearview mirror.

"I don't have any money," Laura protested.

"But I do, sundance. And we're getting you a fake ID."

"Aren't those really expensive?! I don't have any money to pay you back with, either, I'm saving it all for college!"

"You don't have to pay me back. Consider this a gift."

"If you keep doing things for me I'm going to be forever indebted to you," Laura sighed.

"Well, at least that way I'll have a reason for you to keep spending time with me."

The blonde glanced at the driver of the vehicle, noting how her lips were curved into a genuine smile rather than a smirk. She found herself smiling, too. The car stopped a few moments later in front of a dingy looking store with a sign that read "Charlie's Fax and Copy."

Carmilla killed the engine and exited the car, and Laura followed. The brunettes boots clacked against the floor as she walked. Even the sound was intimidating. When they entered the store they were greeted with a short brunette man behind the counter. "Kitty, what're you doing here?" He smirked at Carmilla, eyeing her companion. "Is this another study buddy?"

Laura frowned lightly at his words and glanced at Carmilla to see her reaction. The other girl just sighed and shook her head. "I need an ID, Will. Is Charlie around?"

"He just left. I'm closing up today. I can do it for you though, he's been training me."

" _What_?" Carmilla cried, slamming her palms face down on the counter. "Charlie's been training you to make _illegal_ fake ID's?"

Will suddenly looked terrified, and he took a few steps back to be at a safe distance from the counter.

"You're going to stop, Will. I won't have my little brother breaking the law. That's my job," she snarled, leaning forward across the counter. "But first, you're going to make Laura here an ID. Your last ID. Understand?"

Will glanced nervously over to Laura and nodded animatedly. "I understand," he whispered, and ran off to the back room.

"So you have a brother," Laura said slowly, testing Carmilla's reaction.

"Unfortunately," Carmilla scoffed. "I'm kidding. I love him, even though he's a constant source of pain in my ass."

"So you're not into that?" Laura covered her mouth as soon as the words left it.

Carmilla perked an eyebrow at the smaller girl. "Not sure. First time for everything, though." She winked and turned to Will, who was returning from the back with a paper and pen.

The boy's earlier confidence seemed to have returned, although there were still beads of sweat on his face. He beckoned Laura forward. "Alright, so, I'm gonna need your name, date of birth, state, and address."

"Laura Hollis, August 8th, 1997, New Yor-"

"No, not your _real_ information. Your fake information. Make something up." Carmilla laughed.

"Oh." Laura blushed. "That makes more sense."

The blonde put a finger on her chin and bit her lower lip, looking up at the ceiling. Carmilla's eyes were trained on her, and they traveled upwards to her lips. Will saw Carmilla and snickered. She flipped him off.

"Okay, I've got it!" Laura said triumphantly.

"Raula Shillo. March 17th, 1994. And... _Wisconsin_."

"She's lucky if she can pass as twenty one," Will remarked, scribbling down Laura's answers and pulling out a machine from behind the counter.

"Hey!" Laura said indignantly, putting her hands on her hips.

"That little bunched up face you make when you're angry is _hilarious_ , buttercup," Carmilla drawled, and Laura glared at her through narrowed eyes.

Will typed rapidly on the machine, entering the information Laura had provided. "Okay, now we need to take your picture." He gestured to a blank wall that stood out among the other flyer and poster covered walls, a white light hanging overhead.

The blonde met Carmilla's brother by the wall and grinned for her picture when the camera flashed. He walked back over to the machine and plugged in the camera, and a few clicks later an ID popped out. Will slid the ID across the counter to Laura, and she picked it up. "Ugh, I look awful in this picture."

Carmilla stepped forward and looked over her shoulder at the card. "Laura, what the hell? I think you're the most photogenic person I've ever met."

Laura was smiling in the picture, chin tilted at a perfect angle, with both eyes open. If you saw the picture, you would immediately be able to tell Laura's personality through it. "If you say so." Laura still looked unconvinced, but she shrugged.

Carmilla reached for her wallet in her back pocket, but Will waved her off. "No, its my treat. Charlie won't mind." She nodded, and then shot her little brother another glare.

"If I find out you're still making IDs after this, there's gonna be trouble, dimwit."

"Yeah, yeah, jackass."

"Idiot."

"Asshole!"

The door jingled as Carmilla opened it, leading Laura out of the store. "Ah, parting, such sweet sorrow!" she called over her shoulder, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Your brother seems like a good guy," Laura said, stopping and turning to look up at the other girl.

Carmilla searched the blonde's face, reading her expression. She perked an eyebrow at the sincerity in her honey brown eyes. "He is. I'm hard on him, but it's only because I care."

"I can tell," Laura affirmed. "He cares about you too."

Carmilla smiled shyly, gaze still locked with Laura's. She cleared her throat after a moment and looked away. "Look at all these clubs. Which one do you wanna head to?"

A heavy wooden door opened next to them, and lights painted the sidewalk various different colors of the rainbow. _"Oh, my, my, looking like a good good time, don't disguise the way you wanna love tonight -"_ The club managed to squeeze out before the door slammed shut again.

Laura clicked her tongue and swept her gaze along the expanse of the road. She settled on a heavily lit up, two storied building across the street. "That one looks fun."

Carmilla shrugged. "It's alright." They started over to the crosswalk.

"I'm guessing you've been to every bar and club on this street?"

"Hm... Most of them, probably. I haven't been here in a while."

They stood outside the club, and Laura glanced up at the sign painted in neon white letters. The Alleycat. There was a long line in front of the building that Laura hadn't noticed before. Carmilla must have seen her crestfallen face, because she patted her shoulder soothingly and leaned in towards her ear, lips brushing her earlobe as she whispered "I've got this." Laura blushed lightly and allowed her new friend to take her hand and tug her to the front of the line.

The bouncer glanced up at them and nodded his head towards the line. "There's a line, ladies," he said in a deep voice. "Unless you're on the list, you have to wait."

"Nina Dobrev, sweetheart," Carmilla purred at the bouncer, batting her eyelashes. She glanced down at his nametag. "Or rather, Lance."

"Nina Dobrev? Yeah fucking right, if you were Nina Dobrev you wouldn't be in this shitty city. Let me see some ID."

The dark haired girl shrugged and withdrew her wallet, flashing him an ID. "Oh _shit_ , Nina Dobrev, head right in! But who's your friend here? I need to see some ID for her first."

She felt Laura's hand squeezing her own so tightly that the bones shifted. "Of course." Carmilla elbowed the shorter girl and she jerked into action, pulling out the fresh ID from her pocket. Lance scanned it with his eyes and pursed his lips. "You drive a motorcycle?" Laura frowned and opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when the bouncer shrugged and handed the plastic card back to her. "Have a good time, Ms. Shillo. Ms. Dobrev." The giant man winked at Carmilla as they passed him and she smirked.

As soon as the girls made it inside the club, they collapsed against the nearest wall and sighed with relief. "Carm, that was _awesome_!" The nickname caused the taller girl to break out into a genuine smile.

"So I'm Carm now, huh?" she teased.

Laura blushed and shifted her gaze. "It that's okay with you."

"It's perfectly fine with me." She pressed her lips together. "Just... New, I guess."

"Okay but seriously, Nina Dobrev?"

"Gets me places. A lot of people know the name but don't watch The Vampire Diaries, I guess." Carmilla shrugged.

A new song came on, filtering through the open doorway further down the hall where lights were streaming out of. Laura tugged Carmilla's hand quickly after that, towards the source of the music. "You Know You Like It!" she exclaimed.

Carmilla stared down at her, confused. "I like what?"

"No, that's the song! You Know You Like It by DJ Snake. I love it, come on, we have to dance!"

The tiny blonde led the other girl by the hand into the next room. They hopped onto the dancefloor, in-between dozens of other sweaty bodies and drunk people. Laura immediately started moving her hips along with the beat, and Carmilla mirrored her. Then Carmilla started running her hands along her body, timed perfectly, and Laura gaped.Carmilla had experience and skills that Laura had yet to acquire with dancing, and it showed.

_"You know you like it but it drives you insane. You know you like it but it drives you insane."_

Then Carmilla was behind her, swaying her hips in time with the other girl's. Their bodies were pressed flush together, and Carmilla was practically grinding herself on Laura's ass. She spun the blonde around, keeping their bodies close. Laura gasped at the sudden shift in position, but quickly adapted and lost herself in the music. In Carmilla. Their eyes met, honey brown and whiskey, and Carmilla laughed and pulled her away from the dancefloor.

Laura's face drew into a pout, and Carmilla snorted when she noticed, brushing a lock of hair behind Laura's ear. "We can dance some more later, but I think we need some drinks first."

Laura's pout was replaced with a smile. "You're a bad influence on me, Carmilla. Getting me a fake ID, taking me here."

"If I do recall correctly, I found you this afternoon tagging up a car. So, if anything, I've only awakened your inner rebel."

"Oh whatever, meanie. Go and get me something to drink." She shoved Carmilla lightly in the direction of the bar and leaned against the wall.

The energy in the room was overwhelming, Laura could see it just by looking at the flushed faces of the passerby. She felt it, too. The urge to run in and jump up and down. She turned to her left at the tap of her shoulder, grinning and expecting to see Carmilla. But it wasn't Carmilla. It was a thirty or so year old man with a five o' clock shadow, lips upturned wickedly.

"Hey princess," he slurred, swishing around the liquor in his cup. Laura wrinkled her nose at the stench emanating from his mouth. "What's the matter? Do you wanna go somewhere a little more... Private?" He leaned forward, his face near her neck now. Laura let out a whimper.

"Come on now girly, don't be scared. I'll take mighty good care of you." He whispered with a hint of a southern twang.

"Step back, I know Krav Maga!" she warned, but her voice shook and broke.

"You're a feisty one, eh? Well come on, I'll take care of that too." He grabbed her arm and she twisted out of his grasp.

The man lunged for her again, but a bottle smashed into the side of his face before he could touch Laura.

"What the _fuck_?" he grunted, rubbing at his head and groaning.

As soon as he regained awareness he turned to Carmilla and swung at her. She dodged his fist and landed a few blows of her own. The man threw his glass in her direction but missed and hit a guy near the bar in the back of the head. The man near the bar turned and attacked the guy next to him. And all hell broke loose. Carmilla and the man continued exchanging hits, receiving and dealing more bruises and cuts by the second. He landed a direct hit on Carmilla's jaw, causing her to stagger to the side. Laura took this as her queue to kick him in the shin, and he fell to the floor. "Fucking bitch, I'll kill you!" he shouted.

Carmilla flung herself on him, pinning him down with her legs and raining in blows on his face. He stopped fighting after several more blows, blood dripping down his face from numerous cuts and scrapes.

"Carmilla, stop," Laura pleaded, gripping the girl's shoulder tightly.

"Ms. Dobrev!" Lance the bouncer shouted, running over to them.

A witness to the whole scene frowned, approaching them. "Ms. Dobrev?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, she's Nina Dobrev," Lance verified, looking over Carmilla's injuries.

"That's _not_ Nina Dobrev." the girl said confidently, and pulled out her phone, showing a picture to the bouncer, " _that's_ Nina Dobrev."

Lance frowned and pulled Carmilla and Laura up by their arms. "You think you can skip the line by pretending to be a famous person? Hell no," he scolded, throwing them out the front door, "the world doesn't work like that." He slammed it shut.

Carmilla groaned, shifting her weight. "Fuck, cupcake, I'm sorry your first night out turned out to be such a wreck."

Laura shook her head fervently. "No, that was awesome. You kicked his ass. And I know you weren't just doing it for me, but-"

Carmilla laughed. "Don't be silly, buttercup. Of course I was doing it for you. I couldn't let that prick be anywhere near you."

Laura blushed, and threw herself at Carmilla, enveloping the taller girl in a tight hug. Carmilla hesitated for a moment, looking down at the girl wrapped around her waist in silence. Then she shrugged and held her back. The dark haired girl was smiling into Laura's cinnamon colored hair when she felt a vibration against her hip. She ignored it at first, but when it persisted, she nudged Laura away gently. "Your phone's ringing, cupcake."

Laura frowned and pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Oh crap," she whispered. "It's my dad."

-

"Laura Ann Hollis! Where have you _been_?" Mr. Hollis demanded, face beet red and hands on his hips.

Laura's father still had his work uniform on - the shiny badge proclaiming "Silas Police Department" gleaming on his chest. Carmilla glanced at it and gulped, pressing an ice pack tightly to her face. "We wer-"

"No, I don't want to hear a _word_ from you, mystery girl. I want to hear this from my daughter," Mr. Hollis cut the dark haired girl off, glaring down expectantly at his teenage daughter.

"Well," Laura began, voice shaking slightly," we went to a... Party."

"A _high school party_?! What were you thinking? I know you're about to graduate but you know how unsafe those are!"

Laura hung her head and muttered, "I'm sorry, dad. I won't do it again."

"You're grounded until further notice. Only riding your bike to school and back. And you better always be home every night when I get back from work, or we're gonna have another talk."

"Yes, dad."

"And _you_ ," Mr. Hollis pointed a finger at Carmilla and her whiskey colored eyes widened. "I don't want you anywhere near my daughter. You're a terrible influence. What's your name?"

"Nina Dobrev," Laura cut in quickly before Carmilla could answer.

"Well, _Nina_ , if I find out you've been anywhere near my daughter, we're gonna have a talk as well. Understood?" Carmilla nodded rapidly and then shot out the door, racing to her car and dropping the ice pack somewhere along the way.

"Go on up to sleep, Laura," her father sighed, gesturing to the stairs.

"Goodnight dad."

"I love you, Laura."

"Love you too."

The blonde walked up the stairs and plopped down on her bed as soon as she entered her room. A car engine sounded outside Laura's window, and she parted the blinds to look out into the street. Carmilla was leaning out of her car window, scanning all the windows of the house. When she saw Laura, she grinned, and held her fingers to her head in a "call me" sign before pulling away from the curb.

The blonde watched the black Camaro drive off down the street at a speed that had to be illegal, and felt the corners of her mouth twitch up into a small smile. Immediately she ran to her phone that she had placed on her nightstand, a then stopped herself, letting out a small giggle. She settled for sending a short text.

**Laura (10:23 PM): Thank you for that, sorry you got yelled at :(**

She slipped out of her shirt and jeans and rifled through her drawers for something to sleep in while she waited for a reply.

**Unknown Number (10:27): you're literally killing me, Hollis. I'm texting while driving...**

She bit her lip and shook her head, saving the number in her contacts before replying.

**Laura (10:28): Don't text while you drive!! >.<**

**Carm (10:28): gotcha, cutie. I'll text you when I get home.**

Laura went over to her bag and disposed of the empty can of spray paint and gloves. It felt like forever ago that she'd vandalized that car. She brushed her teeth and washed her face and then clambered into bed. She had a missed call from LaFontaine and two unread messages from them as well.

**LaF (10:40): Your dad called about you earlier.**

**Laf (10:40): are you okay?**

Of course her dad had asked LaFontaine.

**Laura (10:43): Yeah, I just went out with a friend**

**LaF (10:43): Well okay, I'll pass the message on to Perr and Betty. And probably kirsch and Danny. And whoever else your dad called.**

**Laura (10:44): ugh, thanks LaF. Catch you tomorrow**

**LaF (10:44): cya**

Laura's phone buzzed again and she clicked the notification excitedly.

**Carm (10:44): So I'm guessing it's gonna be a while before you can take me out to dinner.**

**Laura (10:45): Looks like it :(**

**Carm (10:46): It's worth the wait. Anyways, I'm going to sleep, so... See you at school?**

**Laura (10:46): Night Carm :)**

**Author's Note:**

> Come talk to me! carmillacumstein.tumblr.com.


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